The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 110

"You were running a fever all night, rambling in your sleep. Careful now let me help you sit up. You should eat something."

Violet glanced at the bowl of soup Xenia had brought upstairs.

"I made this for you. Try it, see if you like it."

With Violet's steadying arm, McNeil slowly pushed himself upright.

He took a spoonful from the bowl Violet offered. The soup was warm and sweet, with a hint of crystal sugar-a comforting taste that felt oddly familiar.

He paused, a memory tugging at him. "Did you make this yourself?"

Why did it taste exactly like the soup Victoria used to make for him and Gwyneth?

Violet nodded, a hopeful smile on her face. "Yes. I even added a little sugar. Don't you like it?"

She'd taken extra care in the kitchen, wanting everything just right.

McNeil didn't answer. He just lowered his eyes and finished the soup. In no time, he'd emptied the bowl.

His stomach was finally full, but somehow, his heart still felt hollow.

out to put away the dishes, McNeil reached

night, he'd called Victoria several times, but she hadn't returned

on the other hand, had tried to reach him

So I came here this morning-I'm sorry," Violet apologized

sigh. “I'm the one who

heart fluttered

hadn't been with Victoria after

sight of the bandages on his back and frowned in concern. "What happened

didn't make sense. McNeil always had bodyguards. Who could have

grandfather," McNeil replied curtly, making it clear

far and wide. All of Starfall City now knew that the Hughes family heiress had smashed an exorbitant birthday

very public appearance together had only

town

McNeil's grandfather had

Victoria's history with the Simms family,

the public eye looked every bit

at the party, the reporters had painted her and McNeil as a

had always favored Victoria. After seeing

looked at McNeil, guilt and

your grandfather was so angry? Because he found out you